Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Paraguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Gong,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.